MTL - Jade Without Fragrance-Chapter 274 give up

   Chapter 274 Give Up

   Entering the twelfth lunar month is the year, but the twelfth lunar month of this year in the capital does not have the slightest flavor of the year, and it is spent in panic.

   Northern Qi, Yuliu, and Emperor Pingle, one of these three parties will not be relieved if one of these parties causes trouble, not to mention the three parties' attack. Most of the imperial court's troops were transferred to the north, but for a while it was deadlocked. Yuliu and Emperor Pingle were one in the east and the other in the south. Bad news came one after another, and urgent reports flew to Emperor Tai'an's desk like snowflakes.

  The lights of the Hall of Mental Cultivation are always on in the middle of the night, and meetings of various sizes are held one after another. At the moment, what Emperor Tai'an is most looking forward to is the news of the envoys going south to negotiate.

  The old prince Qi Ming is in his own hands, this is a heavy weight.

   shoulders this important task is a man named Yang in the Ministry of Rites.

  The further south you go, the warmer the weather is, but when Yang Langzhong was brought to the head coach of Emperor Pingle, his heart trembled violently.

   The envoys of his own team only allowed him to bring one subordinate in, and he saw the enemy coach instead of the old emperor. The negotiation may not be optimistic.

   "I have seen General Wang." Yang Langzhong bowed in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

  The Great General Wang Minghai, the greatest hero who protected Emperor Pingle from escape in the chaos, was also a famous general. Now this famous general is almost fifty years old. Years of dormancy and forbearance make him look older than his actual age, but his eyes are still sharp.

   Yang Langzhong straightened his back, trying his best to withstand the huge invisible pressure.

  Wang Minghai looked at Yang Langzhong, and his tone was a little sigh: "After leaving the capital for more than ten years, all of them have new faces."

   "Yang entered the official career at that time, and he was a little-known person."

   Wang Minghai's face sank, and his eyes shot at Yang Langzhong like knives: "So, you are also my Lord's disciple of the Son of Heaven. You have been blessed by the Lord, so why do you do things for the traitor who committed crimes?"

Emperor Tai'an's throne is indeed not very glorious. This is a problem that those who write the history of the country have to worry about. Yang Langzhong will not be foolish to argue on this occasion, and simply express his intentions: "Before Yang served the decree I came here to discuss a truce—"

"A truce?" Wang Minghai laughed out loud without giving Yang Langzhong a chance to finish, "It's a big joke, the traitor has occupied the magpie's nest for more than ten years. What truce?"

   "We have already found out that Yang Zhe, the new champion of the eighth year in Tai'an, is the old prince Qiming." Yang Langzhong said word by word, his eyes fixed on Wang Minghai.

   This is the biggest weight in the negotiation of this trip, and the reaction of the other party after listening to it is very important.

  Wang Minghai put away his smile, his face became cold: "What did you do to the prince?"

  Yang Langzhong smiled and said, "Don't worry, General, the old prince is His Majesty's nephew, so naturally they treat each other well."

   "Master Yang has come from a long way, and he has worked hard. Let's talk about it when we have enough energy."

   Yang Lang Center knew that he was going to ask for instructions, and nodded in agreement.

  A secret letter was sent to Emperor Pingle's hiding place as quickly as possible.

   Emperor Pingle looked at the secret letter again and again, the paper was crumpled into countless creases, and finally wrote a secret order and gave it to the messenger to bring it back.

  Wang Minghai immediately opened the door after receiving the secret order.

   It was Yang Langzhong and one of his subordinates who stood in front of Wang Minghai.

   Seeing Wang Minghai's gloomy face, Yang Langzhong secretly said something was wrong, tried to stabilize his mind and asked, "What do you think about it?"

   "Bold! Our crown prince is obviously by the Lord's side, but you actually made up the lie that the new champion is our crown prince for the sake of truce!"

   Yang Langzhong's face changed greatly: "You don't recognize-"

   did not give him a chance to finish, Wang Minghai swung out a knife and chopped off Yang Langzhong's head.

   The head with round eyes flew up and down, and landed near the subordinates who followed Yang Langzhong.

   The man's surname was Zhao, and he was a deputy envoy.

   Deputy Zhao shouted, subconsciously turned around and ran out, but fell to the ground with a soft foot, looking at the killing **** who was approaching step by step with a pale face: "You... how can you kill to make..."

   He shuddered and questioned, using all his courage to refrain from shouting for mercy.

  Wang Minghai stopped in front of Deputy Zhao with a **** knife and sneered, "Aren't you still alive? Why, you want to die too?"

   "I—" Deputy Envoy Zhao wanted to say that I was not afraid of death, but Yang Langzhong's head was right in front of him, and his face was full of shock and anger, and he didn't even have time to show his pain.

Because of this,    made him even more frightened.

   A living person dies when he says he is dead, as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

  Wang Minghai pointed at the head on the ground with the tip of the knife: "Take it back, this is the answer to your random arrangement of our prince!"

   Deputy envoy Zhao picked up Yang Langzhong's head with trembling hands, and ran out with one foot deep and one foot shallow, listening to Wang Minghai's loud laughter.

   What he didn't know was that when he was sure he ran out, Wang Minghai smiled and looked at the headless corpse left on the ground with a complicated expression.

   That is Prince Ming, their wise and extraordinary Prince.

  Your Majesty... This is the complete abandonment of the Crown Prince?

  Thinking about the little princes under Emperor Chenghuan Pingle's knees, Wang Minghai suddenly felt a stone in his heart, and he was out of breath.

   Deputy Zhao sent the team back to the capital faster than when they came, carrying Yang Langzhong's head.

   Emperor Tai'an knew the result of the southward trip from the emergency report before the team came back. He wanted to see Qi Ming at the first time, but he finally held back.

   He will wait until the envoys who have gone south come back.

   "Your Majesty, Lord Yang died tragically—" Deputy Zhao knelt in the hall, holding a square box and wept bitterly.

   Emperor Tai'an's eyes fell on the square box in the arms of Deputy Zhao, his face was colder than the snow outside: "Is this box Yang Qing's head?"

   Deputy Zhao slumped to the ground: "It's--"

   "Open it for me to see."

   The expressions of other officials in the hall changed greatly: "Your Majesty, you can't—"

   Emperor Tai'an sneered: "Yang Qing died for the country, what is there to fear? Open!"

   Deputy Ambassador Zhao slowly opened the box.

   Emperor Tai'an glanced at him, turned his face away, and cursed angrily, and soon the minister's crusade against Emperor Pingle's side was heard in the hall.

After   , Qi Ming was taken to the palace to meet his uncle and nephew again.

   The imprisoned life during this period did not detract from this young man's demeanor. He seemed to be particularly favored by the Creator, not only in appearance, but also in his indescribable and intangible temperament.

   belongs to the temperament of the old prince Qi Ming.

   Emperor Tai'an looked at this completely different face from the boy he remembered, and he unconsciously thought about what the boy should have looked like when he grew up.

   should also be handsome and extraordinary, just like his romantic and weak brother.

   "Not long ago, your father's men raised an army." Tai'an said.

  Qi Ming lowered his eyes halfway, and didn't look surprised at all: "So, the north side is also in chaos, right?"

"good."

   "What about Yuliu?"

   "There was also a war."

  Qi Ming smiled and stopped talking.

   Emperor Tai'an sighed in his heart.

   Qi Ming, who was imprisoned by the airtight, explained the current situation in a single sentence, and Qi Shuo, who took the initiative to invite Ying to go on an expedition with his father...

  Why other people's sons are better than his living son!

   (end of this chapter)